Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Past of Love...The Future of Hope ❯ Let our wounds heal ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4- Let our wounds heal

Down the main streets of Domino, three men were walking, or well, running, down the sidewalk area. One older being carrying a look-alike of himself in the pouring rain. Lighting cracked along the midnight sky, illuminating the four boys. Yami was trying to sprint to get the boy help faster, but holding him was doing quite the opposite. Ryou had given up on keeping them dry with the umbrella and had put it away. Malik…well, he was just kind of sprinting along with them. To keep Yugi warm, Yami had wrapped him in his leather jacket and Ryou's sweater. Trying to do their best for their little friend, but Yugi's fever was getting worse by the second. Ryou started to slow in his running pace.

"Are…w-we all most…there yet!?" Ryou gasped breathlessly. Yami nodded, not even turning to him. His focus was too occupied on Yugi. Ryou started to run again.

"Same as always…never listen to anyone if your hiakri is in trouble…" Ryou mumbled under his breath, smiling. Malik grinned.

"U'bet-cah!" (A/N- You-bet-cha ^^) He muttered back. And indeed, Yami was not hearing a word they were saying. Soon enough, they came upon a nicely built apartment building. (A/N- You didn't think I would make Yami live in a DUMP!? *Laughs* I could never do that!!) Ryou stared, as did Malik. This was one of the nicest apartment facilities in the city! Yami looked back to the, his eyes full of confusion

"Common!! Don't stand their gawking all day! Lets go!" Yami yelled, running into the building. The two boys looked at each other for once second, then sprinted inside after their friend and recently "new" friend as well. The walked inside to run right into Yami's back. Ryou and Malik looked around him and gasped to themselves. (A/N- dun dun duuuuuuuun!! *shakes arms wildly and flicks on suspense music* *also says in singing voice* Guess WHO it is!!!!) Yami was speechless as the two beings in front of him were standing there, tapping their feet impatiently. Once older teen has snow-white hair that spiked down his back and in a devil horn shape on his forehead. The other one had deep blonde hair. Some flaying in his face, but most standing up on end. Each boy (including Yami if I didn't mention before) had deep tan skin. One that originated from Egypt maybe? Bakura and Marik stared at Yami is both surprise and aggravation

"Where the hell have you been!? And who the hell is that!? And them? What in this damn world is going on!!" Bakura yelled. Yami sighed.

"I found these boys out in the rain. The one you see in my arms," Yami motioned to Yugi. "Is sick and our apartment was the nearest place to go. I decided to bring him here." Bakura sighed.

"Picking up stray look-alikes of yourself are you Yami!? Well, common then. If he's sick, we could help." He turned to the blonde next to him. "Right?" Marik shrugged.

"Yeah…I guess so." Yami gave a nod as a thanks. He turned to Ryou and Malik.

"These are my roommates guys. Bakura and Marik." Ryou and Malik each bowed.

"Konnichiwa," they greeted at once. Bakura and Marik's eyes widened slightly at the resemblance between the boys and them. They nodded silently and walked to the elevator. Each teen filed and they all stood in silence. Bakura kept glancing to where Yami stood, with his look-alike in his arms. Yami was leaning on the wall, clutching Yugi tightly in his arms. The boy would try to open his eyes, then whimpered as the light shone into them. Yami would then coax the boy to sleeping again. Once he was asleep, Yami would gaze at him a way Bakura had never seen him look at anyone before. The white haired darkness frowned in confusion.

`Odd…Yami usually never is this nice to a person he just met. I know he would never leave Yugi out there in the rain, he's not that cold. But he's holding him like a treasure…I wonder…' Bakura looked back towards the door grinning lightly.

`Hum hum…this'll be interesting…' Bakura looked back to Yami. `But I can't bomb them to much or Yami will kill me…' Yami drew Yugi closer still. `Yup, I would be a dead son of a bitch if I did that!' Soon the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Bakura walked out first and Yami followed close by. Marik was behind him and Ryou and Malik were walking side by side. Bakura flipped his keys out of his pocket and opened the door. He turned to Yami.

"Best place is the couch Yami," Bakura said to his friend. Yami barley nodded to him and walked over there. He took his wet leather coat off of his and Ryou's sweater off as well. The older teen laid his look-alike down and draped a blanket over the boy's body. Yami then went to the laundry room.

"Ryou, do you want me to dry your sweater?" Yami asked. Ryou nodded. Yami walked in and but it in the dryer and let it run. He walked back out into the living room. It was dead silent, excepting the wheezing from Yugi's throat. Yami shifted slightly and walked into the kitchen without saying a word to the group. Marik and Bakura looked at him strangely but then turned back you Ryou and Malik.

"So…' Bakura started, cracking his fingers. "You guys live here long?" Ryou nodded.

"I've been here for about three years and Malik moved in two years ago. Yugi has been here all of his life." Bakura nodded. He looked over at the boy to get a better close at his face. Now in the brighter light, it was much clear that, in short words…this boy looked like he a literally been to hell and back. His eyes were red rimed and blackened under the eyelashes. Yugi's cheekbones were sticking out way too much and his skin was taunt and pale. The bones on his neck were also showing as if there was no skin even there. His face, was though, flushed from the fever and his breath was in wheezing gasps. The white haired man heard footsteps and saw Yami come back in with a bucket of cold water and a cloth. Yami put the cloth into the basin and placed in onto Yugi's forehead. He then opened up some aspirin and poured one into Yugi's mouth. Yami also took some water and poured it down the boy's throat as well, making him swallow it. After all that was done, Yami plopped on the ground, leaning up against the couch. He yawned making Bakura laughed. Yami narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Yami growled. Bakura just smirked.

"Oh nothing, noting at all!!" Yami glared at him and sighed, mumbling things under his breath. Bakura grinned.

"So Yami…you bring three strangers into our home…do you know who they are at all?" Bakura asked. Yami looked at Ryou and Malik, not wanting to embarrass them. The two just smiled, like they knew Bakura would try a trickery like this.

"…Well, I don't know them personally. They needed help…so I helped them." Bakura grinned and nodded.

"Well, good enough for me, right Marik…Marik?" Bakura looked over to his right to him fast asleep. Yami sighed.

"Bastard…" he muttered. Yami turned back to Yugi and took the old, now warm, cloth off and placed in the cold water again and gently dabbed Yugi's forehead. Yugi shifted slightly when the coldness came in contact with his skin, but soon stilled. The red-eyed teen now placed it back onto his forehead. He got up and walked to the kitchen. After he was gone, Bakura walked up and leaned over Yugi.

"Don't you two think it's odd that we all look alike to one another?" Bakura asked. Ryou and Malik smiled lightly, but said nothing.

"I guess so…" Malik said. Bakura turned back to them, his face stern.

"Who exactly are you three…?" he asked slowly. Ryou looked at the floor, becoming very occupied with his feet. "Well?" He asked again. Ryou shrugged.

"Well…you…wouldn't believe us if we told you…" Ryou whispered. Bakura came right up in his face.

"Try me…" he huskily said. Ryou felt heat rising to his cheeks as Bakura got so close to him.

"Well…ya see…me, Yugi and Malik all owned these special items. They were at least 3000 year's old." Bakura sat down to listen.

"We all got these items, but they all had something about them that was…different." Bakura cocked his head.

"What…were these items names…?" He whispered. Ryou smiled.

"I had one called the millennium ring, Malik here had the rod…and Yugi the puzzle." Bakura's eyes widened at the names of theses items.

"Of course…they had magic inside them. Each item had a ancient spirit which dwelled in it." Bakura stared at Ryou.

"Your not saying…me…and Marik…and Yami were those spirits!?" Ryou nodded slowly.

"About a month ago…the items were destroyed, supposedly fulfilling their purpose. But, I guess not conceiting you're here…" Bakura stood up and stood right in front of Ryou.

"Do you…happen to have a little piece of your ring left…?" Ryou looked startled at the question, but took out a pointy gold piece out of his pocket.

"This is a piece from it that I managed to get before the rest disappeared forever…here." Ryou handed the gold to Bakura. The dark albino gently took it in his hands, turning it over again and again in his palm. He started to smile, and that smile was turning into laughter.

"T-this is the ring…part of the ring…that…I…" He trailed off. Ryou stood up as well.

"What's wrong…Bakura?" Bakura looked up at him and smiled brightly. Suddenly, Ryou found himself on the ground being glomped by Bakura. Malik stood up quickly to see just what the hell happened. Ryou sat still as Bakura hugged him. The older teen moved up to Ryou's ear.

"Don't worry your little ass hikari…" he whispered. Ryou's eyes widened.

"Y-you…" Bakura grinned.

"Remember? Why, yes I do." He stood back. "This small piece had my memories in it…lucky huh." Ryou sat there, staring at his dark dumbly until everything sink in. The boy grinned, tears forming at the edge of his eyes. He latched his arms around his dark. Bakura smiled as well and looked up to Malik.

"Marik will remember you…you just need to have just a little piece of the rod." Malik smiled and nodded. Bakura looked to Yugi.

"Did he keep a piece?" He asked his lover. The two had moved from the floor to the couch. Ryou nodded.

"Yes…but he never shows it to anyone. And I don't know if he will let Yami if Yami doesn't remember him…" Ryou sighed. Suddenly the crimson-eyed teen walked into the room, sitting on the floor next to Yugi, leaning his head onto the couch.

"I heard what you guys were talking about…" he said shortly. Ryou smiled.

"Ok then…soo…do you believe me?" Yami shrugged.

"I want to see his face…" he whispered to mainly himself. Ryou smiled sympathetically.

"I'm sorry Yami that Yugi is so…well, sick. If you heard what I said, I said the items disappeared with you and the others…." Yami nodded then stopped in mid-nod. Ryou didn't want Yami to know his other looked like this because of him, but it was the truth. Yami looked over at Ryou.

"He's been hurting himself…because of me…why?" Ryou sighed.

"When you left…Yugi…after, he felt something for you and he just broke down I guess. Just try and be careful. If he wakes up and sees you, he will jump on you maybe. Just tell him slow that you don't really know who he is…" Yami stopped him.

"But…I think I do. In a way, I remember some things…but they're all out of order and make no sense…" Yami closed his eyes and leaned his head onto Yugi's stomach. Bakura, Ryou and Malik looked at Yugi's face. Slowly, a small smile grazed those thin lips. Yami sighed again.

"I want to remember…but I can't…" he whispered. Ryou looked at Bakura and his other smiled.

"Don't worry pharaoh, you'll remember. So don't worry." Yami slowly nodded as he fell into a peaceful slumber on his lights chest. Ryou smiled.

"They were the most close before…no one could separate them. You and me got together later because you never talked to me. Eventually you did…" Ryou nuzzled his dark. Bakura just smirked.

"And I still feel the same hikari…" he whispered. Malik had gotten up and placed a blanket over Yami's sleeping form. Yugi was smiling, as was Yami. The boy's hand had moved from the position on his side to be resting on Yami's head. Malik smiled at the two.

"They really care a lot about each other…" he whispered. The other two nodded. Bakura yawned.

"How `bout you come in my room tonight Ryou…" Bakura asked. Ryou smiled and let him lead the way. Malik grinned and walked over to Marik.

"Hey…hey Marik, are you going to your bed? I was going to take the couch." Marik opened his eyes to look at Malik.

"Eh, sure. Umm…actually…do you…maybe. I don't know…come in my room…?" Malik stared at him and smiled seductively.

"Sure…" he purred. Marik grinned and snatched his arm, dragging him into his room. That left Yugi and Yami, out sleeping alone in the living room. Yugi suddenly started to open his eyes.

`H-huh…w-where am I…what…happened…' Yugi thought groggily. He opened his eyes fully to feel the tickle of hair under his chin. Yugi looked down and almost fell off the couch. Lying there, with his head on his chest, was Yami. Yugi felt his cheeks go red as he stared at his supposedly "dead" dark.

`Oh go oh god oh god…' he whispered over and over in his mind.

"Umm…excuse me Yami." Yugi slowly asked. "Yami…" Suddenly the boy below his began to stir. He opened his eyes slowly, moving away so he could rub his eyes.

"Huh…?" Yami looked over at two large violet eyes staring at him. Yami smiled.

"Hey, your finally awake. Are you felling alright?" Yami moved to he could feel Yugi's forehead. Yugi gasped quietly at Yami. Yami drew his hand away and stared down at him questionably.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked again. Yugi finally sat up straight.

"Are…you really Yami…?" he whispered. Yami smiled lightly, his eyes softening.

"I'm sorry little one…I'm not the one you remember. I have no memory of what you would know…" Yugi stared at him. Yami smiled brighter though.

"Somehow though…I can I think. Ryou gave Bakura a little gold piece of his ring…and Bakura remembered…I just don't know if you have the same thing…" Yugi looked down at his sheets.

"So…you remember nothing…?" Yami shook his head as a `no'

"…I remembered your name…" he whispered. Yugi smiled at himself.

"So…we can be friends right…?" Yami sat next to his hikari.

"Yugi…" Yami brushed a strand of blonde hair from his face. "We can be what you want us to be. Friends, sure. More than that…it's your choice." Yugi shook his head.

"You like me no more that a friend, you just met me." Yami tilted Yugi's head up.

"So…why does that matter. I'll get to know you better then. No…I want to know you better…Aibou, you're my hikari…even now. Even if I can't remember the past. I will…just…I need some help. Spending time with you will do it…" Yugi felt tears leak out of his eyes. He smiled and embraced his other, wrapping his arms around Yami's stomach. Yami looked startled at first, but soon brought his hands around the boy's body.

`No one had ever hugged me like this…never…' Yami thought, now gripping Yugi tighter. Yugi smiled into his other's chest.

"I'm glad that I remember you face…"

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DMYY- WOW! That was longer than I expected ^^. Anwho, nice long chapie before school! None will be this long again, unless I take a week to do it cuz of school. It starts tomorrow for me ;______; NOOOOOOOOO!! Please review!!! R-E-V-I-E-W!!!